chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

Certainly.

( absolutely, unequivocally yes. his kisses do reach dice’s ear and they brush along the shell of it before he whispers, softly: )

You meant all of that. ( it’s a mic, he can’t lie, if the rules are the same in this world. he feels his face grow absently red. any other time he’d ignore it but right now, just for once, he doesn’t feel exposed chasing the truth and acknowledging something new and terrifying but so damn warm. )

Sure as hell did.

[He can't lie. And he wouldn't. He'll keep Gentaro close and safe and watch out for him like a friend would, a best friend, an ally, a knight. A lover, now. He turns his head just enough to put his lips by Gentaro's ear again, and his voice drops to something husky and gray, but still so very Dice.]

Every. Fuckin'. Word.

( that voice does so many things for him, even after he’s spent and it’s not through a mic. his body nearly trembles and he circles his arms tighter around his boyfriend’s neck.

don’t mind the breathless grin that appears, a touch mischievous. )

I like you a great deal, Arisugawa.

I like you an awful lot, too.

[He grins as he says it, burying his face in sandy brown hair.]

I know we got a long way to go, but I'm gonna be here.

A long way? The shower isn’t that far.

( what a jerk. either way, he remains comfortably on dice’s lap, not budging yet. the words make him smile and he doesn’t even try to hide it. not this time. )

Carry me. I’ve been deprived of seeing you unclothed and I deserve remuneration.

[He tips his head back to raise his voice.]

You're being demanding just like that?? C'mon! At least offer to do the laundry after!

[Unapologetic, he puts his hands on Gentaro's ass, then lifts him as he stands. Bless his odd strength.]

Hm? Should I wear an apron, too? How do you feel about maid outfits, Daisu?

( his arms stay woven around his boyfriend, ducking his head against his collarbone. he’s so comfortable, he feels safe — he genuinely thinks he could get used to this. )

Maid outfits? Hah.

[You have no idea what he thinks about maids, Gentaro.]

I'll take you like you. I don't care what you're wearing!

( what the hell....

gentaro looks surprised, caught off guard, and then ducks his head even more, his face on fire. )

I... see. ( he should know by now that this is an embarrassed stammer. )

I'm not sayin' no to anything, but I like your regular style, too. It's old school, but it makes you stand out.

[God does he know how to be anything but annoyingly straightforward?]

( dice you’re killing him. slaying him. he’s so beside himself right now. his fingers are even restlessly tracing shapes on the nape of dice’s neck because he’s so smitten. christ.

and then in the first showing of this flavor of honesty: )

It’s intended to do the opposite. Traditional clothing is very regimented and without much flair or personalization. ( it takes the self out of self expression. ) It was all my family could afford for a number of years, the remaining garments from their own families.

[Dice stops for a beat, then continues carrying him to the bathroom. Only now his steps are a little more thoughtfully paced.]

...

[Shit.]

...I'm still okay to think it looks good though, right?

Yes. Of course.

( it’d come out eventually, that many of his tendencies stem from a previous life of frugalness and bullying. but for now he merely strays his hand up into dice’s hair. )

Though I have to wonder about your jacket...

[Dice gets him to the bathroom and pushes him up against the wall so he can let him down easier. It's firm but gentle--and kind of disgusting, considering--but he sets Gentaro on his feet again.]

...what about it?

Nothing.

( but he’s quick to curl his hands into dice’s shirt, another straying down to fiddle with the belt of dice’s pants. apparently dice is no longer allowed to undress himself.

his fingers dip in his waistband some more, playfully. )

Will you let me wear it sometime? ( BOYFRIEND JACKET??? )

[Oh. Oh hell yes. Boyfriend jacket. Boyfriend jacket.

He'll let Gentaro work his clothes off all he wants, and do his part to remove the author's.]

...hell yeah. Any time.

[Hold on. He's gonna. Try something here.]

Maybe, you know... just the jacket?

[Or more of that good goddamn lace shit underneath he liked that too.]

( as is shockingly more often than not nowadays - except for earlier - they're on the same page. he'd be very delighted to wear lace under that jacket. hell, he could even get a matching set that'd go better with it and --

his fingers linger on dice's boxers. )

For you ( he begins, voice low and warm as he gently tugs down that last piece of clothing, fingertips ghosting along his inner thigh ) Anything.

( it really does shock him, too, that it isn't a lie. )

[Dice has made short work of Gentaro's clothing, too, letting the layers fall. The teasing touch has him honestly wondering if this is going to work him back up... shit, it's bad enough that he's thinking about the lace and jacket combo.

Shall he...

Be brave?]

You... [He grins.] ...Hey, maybe not a maid dress, but like... dresses in general? Skirts? Totally cool. I might leave 'em on you, though.

[Shit. Honesty is wild.]

( honestly, if he wasn't sex-addled and currently suffering from his mind being in the gutter, maybe he'd piece together what he already knows about dice and realize the maid thing for what it is.

instead, he latches onto that suggestion. his fingers, meanwhile, latch onto something quite different. )

Hmmm. ( he tilts his head to kiss dice's neck, fingers curling tight ) Yes, that can be arranged. Especially if I'm on your lap for it.

[Dice recovers quickly, okay. He's not that hazy anymore, he feels incredible actually. And alive. Very awake.

His... yeah, okay, now his dick is waking up too, good job Gentaro.

He puts a hand on the wall beside Gentaro, leaning in with a smug grin and nipping at his author's neck too.]

I like you on my lap. You look good.

( he'll never not feel a rush and a thrill whenever dice pins him against something. maybe dice's tendencies are rubbing off on him, wanting to chase that rush of endorphins, but he can't quite care. not when it's dice he ends up with at the end of the day.

he drags his hand up higher, thumb teasingly brushing over the tip just for a millisecond. )

And what about soaking wet? ( his breathing is already getting heavier, heartbeat skyrocketing. )

[Dice closes his eyes and grunts quietly at the touch. Gentaro is... so good. Better than anyone. Everything Dice didn't know he wanted.

He presses in closer, slides the last of Gentaro's clothing down to the floor, and reaches with his free hand to tip Gentaro's chin up. His face is close, but he only runs his tongue lightly over Gentaro's lips.]

Mmm... we gotta check on that.

( what a tease. there's a breathless laugh in response, gentaro's hands falling away to twine back around dice's shoulders. given his position against the wall, he wastes no time using that as leverage to hike his legs up around his boyfriend's waist - a partial leap, of both faith and exertion - so he can be held just like that. )

Lead the way, then, my messiah.

[He feels Gentaro moving and pulls him up with an arm under his backside, pressing him to the wall properly again for just a few moments.]

I gotta come up with something good to call you, too. But you're the one good at makin' pretty words.

[He kisses him, one solid, lingering swoop of a kiss, then moves to take them both to the shower.]

Stop bein' so damn hot all the time.

(there's a variety of things you could call him, dice. babe, love--

he grins against dice's mouth, very much delighted that he's still being carried. maybe it's just his thing. it feels nice lending the control to someone else. )

You don't actually want that. ( he kisses dice's jaw as he's taken to the shower, hand moving to helpfully turn on the water. )

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